There are thirteen headless turtles Hanging on a line Their severed heads would snap a stick And break your finger pretty quick The blood is draining from their necks And out into the grass The flies are buzzing all around A hatchet sticking in the ground The river looks like chocolate milk It's foaming at the banks The snakes come out to sun themselves You think you've died and gone to hell I found one in the yard So I gave it to the dog She barked and got it by the head And flung it ¡®round till it was dead And it's summer here Out behind the barber shop The barber's burning hair He lights it laughing to himself He knows you can't escape the smell The smoke is rising from the pile And out into the town It stings your eyes and burns your nose And makes it's way all through your clothes And it's summer here